[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

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The scent of charred terrain rose from the ground, and assimilated into the air. Its stench could still be detected, however, bringing a displeasured look upon even the sternest of men. Gokua was no stern man; he was stronger than that. He welcomed the odor into his nostrils, and took heavy breaths to receive larger intakes. It reminded him of the memorable battles he had in his earlier years, and though during those battles he was too young to enjoy the chaos around him, he had the chance to take pleasure in witnessing the scene before him.

Catapults continued to launch random objects into the air?on both sides, showing no signs of being effected by opposing fire. Countless artillery shells were shot from the long metal cannons, and crashed with tremendous force regardless of what it touched. The fire was not done in vain, for both factions had taken casualties, Dante more than United. Dante?s causalities did not go without purpose; the projectile assault was showing itself upon the fortress? walls, which were beginning to buckle under to constant bombardment.

Gokua smiled. ?Keep firing, the effects are clear!? he yelled back to his men. ?Your effort is paying off, greatly!?

?Gokua, how much longer do you think we can continue this strategy?? Android 16 asked, folding his brawny arms across his broad chest.

?To be blunt, there is only a matter of time until Dante breaches our walls,? the alien replied, his eyes still pried on the battlefield.

?True,? the android replied monotonously.

Suddenly, Gokua noticed a change in Dante?s tactics; their army began to slowly spread out more, covering more of the forcefully barren land. ?Wait, do you see this, Sixteen?? He pointed towards Dante Forces.

The mechanical man nodded. ?It seems as if they are trying a different approach to our walls. After calculations, however, our side walls are much more fortified than our front.?

Gokua could not solve the mystery of why their position shifted. They were gaining nothing by moving, and if anything, they were lessening their chances. Then, he saw where the catapult fire was landing; right where they vacated. The alien?s eyes widened. ?They?re not attacking a different wall. They are evading our catapult fire!?

Sixteen slowly looked glanced back at the catapult?s trajectory, and then at Dante?s new position. ?Fix this.? He then left his co-commander, and went back down to the lower platform to aid his unit.

United was wasting time and energy shooting at a blank area, and Dante was laughing hysterically. Gokua was compelled to cure this problem, and with shiftier tactics. He whipped around, raising mighty arm into the air, signaling the projectile unit to cease fire. ?Stop!? he boomed. The men?s rhythm was once again halted. They stopped at the sound of their commander?s voice. ?A change in tactic,? he yelled; the unremitting sounds of war lowered, as if Gokua had the power of a god. ?I need artillery set up five inches to the left, and catapults moved precisely one foot. Make haste in these actions. Time is of the essence, and the fall of our walls is imminent. I do not want you to shoot at their men, for they will simply move. Catapult unit, fire off the flaming debris at the earth around them, trapping them in once place!?

The men understood his words to the fullest and had all of the intentions to carry out the commands with great precision. They reloaded the artillery and placed more flaming debris on the catapults? launcher.

Gokua whipped back around, and gazed down at the front wall. The wall was taking heavy damage, and though its strength was great, it could only take so much more of the abuse from catapults and artillery. All that the commander could hope for was that his new plan could be implemented in time.